Longevity, the fate of meaning, as it seems, and for today, I felt addressed replaying memories and dreams, and the shades are faint. But peer deep, and you, too, may find the shades. Hopes, goals, aspirations and love…the beauty of reality, or so I thought, until I met fate. Logical, fun, creative – just the mask I soon would see. What fate would really show is all the things it takes for free, the brutality of war inside a zone where mothers weep the lives of the ones they brought unto the world and are praying for a way out.

Mentally and physically, a battle that leaves tainted dreams and faded memories. I’m aware my perspective isn’t the best and I see my grammar is faulty but let me get this off my chest. I feel my thought process was a sure way to digress from the truth, at least outside of lying to myself about the pain that I go through, like “listen champ, you’re happy.”

But I know it’s not the truth. See, all this shame from guilt and tragedy, not knowing what to do, concrete stains amongst the rain as cemeteries flood and people storm once more. Funerals becoming fashion shows for broke to show the poor.

My shade fades away from me and blocks the way I think, yet my memories are good, too, many shattered glasses spring.